The butterflies are crazy in my tummy.
My throat feels like the desert, cracked and dry.
The words want to explode out of my mouth,
But my brain is scared.

What if they don't feel the same?
I can't handle rejection again, not this close to the last time.
They make me so happy, I can't lose them due to my stupid exploding words.
It's only been months of two soon.

My heart tries to speak again, but my brain has other ideas.
Keep them bottled up, rejection is the fear.
He's smiling so much, but is it fake?
Did he too, wear a mask that was well worn?

Those exploding words again.. I actually typed them out.
My brain was quick to get with the program, and the words were erased.
Not completely though, just from the screen.
See, those exploding words are lingering now, in the back of my throat..